There was a commercial for Louie’s Furniture Store, but it’s over now and the movie is starting.
Mob heiress corners a stalker on a construction site. Discovers construction site is the turf of the mob family who’s heir she turned down for an arranged marriage. Last they spoke, they had a little spat. Now they’re patching things up as friends… for now.
Favorite clips in the summary:
Summary
“Frisk him,” Rose confirms.
Their men don’t react until Theodore nods in approval.
“Just a pocket knife, Miss Gloxinia.”
“And a crappy one at that. Cosmos! I’ve seen sharper forks in the dollar store, what was your plan? To stab me or to tickle me?”
Rose hums. “I know that look of hatred. Now, question is, what did I do to earn it? Was it the last of the ice cubes in the cafeteria’s drink machine? Or the last chocolate chip cookie purchase before night classes?”
“You think someone’s stalking you for a cookie?” Jax asks incredulously.
“You’ve seen how much ruin a ruined cheesecake can bring. College students are sleep deprived, highly caffeinated, under constant pressure from both peers and family alike, and stressed. Snatching away someone’s blood sugar and dopamine hit?”
To her surprise, Theodore snorts, a trace of genuine amusement making Rose warm in a way she can’t afford to dig into at the moment. Bigger fish to fry.
“I’ve been there. I can see how a revenge plot can form from a cookie shortage.”
“When you’re done with him, are you,” Rose hesitates. “Are you going to…”
Theodore chuckles and in an exaggerated accent, he says, “What? Make ‘im dissapear? Give ‘im a pair of cement boots and send ‘im sleepin’ with the fishes?”
Rose cringes. “That what you think us city folk sound like?”
Theodore shoots her a smile over his shoulder, a real one.
Owen was deleted…literally
Not actually working on anything this month.
Last thing was…um, probably November, and it’s an older Werewolf 2nd Chance that’s heartachingly not supposed to work, for them, for like the first 1/2 of the book.
Inés (one of the orphanage kids) decides to take after Diego and sprinkle rice around the orphanage
a story set in modern-day london became set in 1930s USSR. ![]()
Gotta love a bit of famine & Stalin ![]()
Well. He’s a demon and a Russian/British spy, and she is forced to work with him… except she’s an angel ![]()
My MC tries to kill oFf a character in her autobiographical novel.
Dietrich killed his father and stepmother then had his reborn servant take the blame for him.
Richard is like “No way.”
Demon Charcoal is like “Yes way.”
She meets the squire boy washing his things in the stream. From atop her horse she says, ‘Why do you rubbish my name? I’ll have you know I’m a Lovely.’ ‘Lovely? I call that only for such a girl.’ ‘And who would that be?’ ‘Surely not you who diced the face of that poor man.’
A story set in the USSR become set in a fantasy world where the magic system is based on childhood trauma.
My character is trudging through the snow, searching for anyone still alive.
Characters *hunt a six-legged prehistoric cougar creature and settle into spring. (favorite part).
Summary
After the snow mostly cleared, Petry came tromping up—boots to her shins, crateful of groceries, and a toothy grin splitting her face. “Half expected to find ya’ll turned to icicles—glad to see ya made it through. Now, how’s ‘bout a bit of pa’s brickle berry pie? Perk ya right up!”
I abandoned the story for a week and am now trying to get over the shame of writing a first draft.
A war chant/stomp happened at a wealthy party and the DJ was hijacked. ![]()
Haha, sounds like the party got wild!
